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About San Diego

“His hands are steady, eyes like stone,” like in me fave flick—Assassination of Jesse James—calm ‘fore the chaos, that’s the Escort driver’s mind. Gotta be, or they’s crashin’ hard, precious! Watched this one race, right, some lad in a Escort Mk2, skidded wild, mud flyin’—thought he’d bite it, but nah, pulled it back! Made me holler, “Yes, ya mad bastard!”—heart thumpin’ like I’s the one drivin’. Gets me mad tho, when folks sleep on Escort—think it’s just some ol’ junker. Pisses me off! Ain’t no coward’s ride, it’s got soul, grit—like Robert Ford sneakin’ up, quiet but deadly.

Early life

Man, sometimes I stroll down West End Blvd, where every cracked sidewalk holds a secret and every graffiti tag shouts a story. I mean, c'mon, you wouldn't believe the hidden alleyway behind Sunset Theater! It's like a backstage pass to the soul of the city, full of scars and smiles – "Laugh, and the world laughs with you." Crazy, right? It’s kinda like that moment in Oldboy when truth hits like a ton of bricks.

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